Gemello
Niagara

You know what screws us over? Your inconsistency. Okay, I know consistency is just an excuse used by those who, rather than looking stupid, deny the obvious. But you're overdoing it because, yes, everything goes, but you make no sense at all. You say A while thinking B, and when you finally decide to do B, your mind suddenly thinks A. Imagine when you think A, do B, and end up with F. It's a huge mess.

And then, stop whining with this story that life is a tramp. Haven't you understood yet? It’s you, just like every human being, who are the little whore of life. If it wants, it gives you everything: it screws you and pays you well, only to take everything away. There are also cases where it constantly makes a fool out of you. What can you do, humanity is its whore, and life loves having fun. Now, take this castle of illusions, lies, and hypocrisy; this collapsing castle. Well, that was your peak. A disgusting illusion is the most you can aspire to. Congrats. Your peak was immersing yourself in a limbo of deception and... hey, what the fu...

Aaah, the good old voice of conscience: when you think you've silenced it, there it comes, stressing you with words. A flowing waterfall that never stops, an incredible nuisance. The only way to shut it up is to drown it in a waterfall of vodka. Simple, beautiful, and NOT healthy. But it's simple and beautiful, right? Better to drown the truth and live a lie. I don't want to come into contact with reality, I'm too scared. I know it, it's terrible: it grabs you and throws you to the ground to shove it inside. AND I AM NOT A FUCKING SISSY, DAMN IT.

Sublimation, abolition. Every emotion must be erased: love equals tedium, friendship equals tedium, tedium equals existential drama. Better an eternal condition of boredom than despair: you survive a cosmic void, but there is no escape from despair. If it grabs you, you die. No excuses. And since I've translated love into tedium, there's no point in loving. But it's also true that I'm inconsistent: then I'd take you with me to a place I've always wanted to go; Paris: there we could blend into the night, pretending to be its children, devouring the stars that look at you enviously, and killing the moon, just because it's guilty of its splendor. I could take you to Paris just to wake up on a rainy morning and get high on the smell of asphalt while we huddle under warm blankets. I could take you to see the Louvre, just to gaze at works we probably wouldn't comprehend. I could take you anywhere, but we both know I won't. Loving equals tedium, but bear my bullshit because, even if downgraded, you're still something I’d struggle to lose. Become one of my countless lies, without losing that hint of truth you carry within. It would kill me, you know...

A stream that never stops, this damn brain of mine. Thoughts that have also captured Gemello, a Roman rapper and member of Truceklan: I know, the name might raise eyebrows, yet the rapper in question stands out from his crew. His hallmark is his very original approach, where the slow flow perfectly blends with the beats, and every bar he composes is like a brushstroke that portrays a piece of reality. A sort of impressionism, where the artist communicates through images. Of course, a not-too-elaborate rhythmic structure (still acceptable) and pervasive fragmentation in the lyrics might complicate the listen, just as they might enhance it. It's up to you to decide whether to favor content over technique. It's up to you to figure out how to approach this EP with just a few tracks, yet it houses the best output from the last 2 years. Am I exaggerating? Then listen to Nocturnal, a track produced by Squarta, where the dreamy and melancholic atmosphere of the night translates into sound, turning into a splendid soundtrack to the thoughts of a difficult, tormented love. A random example, but one that well explains what I just stated.

The producers are Squarta and Sine: a pairing that proves successful, as do the various collaborations, all of great level. 20 minutes of good, thoughtful, and well-crafted music. What more could you ask for?